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A Breath from the Veldt 



once. So, after an hour's search, we gave it up, being obliged to return to the 

 waggons, and continue our journey to the Nuanetsi. 



Another two hours and we were within sight of this beautiful stream, but 

 had great difficulty in getting our waggons over some of the deep and dangerous 

 sluits that run parallel to all the Mashonaland rivers. Evening closed in at 

 last, and our merry party sat round the blazing fire, enjoying sable and koodoo 

 marrow -bones and arranging buffalo hunts for the morrow, with a lively 

 hope of getting well among the game during the next three weeks. Not 

 the least pleasurable omen was the subdued moans of a troop of lions 

 away down the river as soon as the sun had set. Such a sound as this I had 

 never heard before, and I felt, as I turned in, that here at last were the happy 

 hunting-grounds that I had so often longed to enter. 





HOW TO SLEEP ON THE VELDT 



